Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

When a person faces a desperate situation and cannot escape, he will only fight back with all his strength. The horror caused by the Dark Lord's resurrection was suppressed by people's desire to survive, and each member of the Ministry of Magic fired spells desperately.

On the other hand, the Death Eaters here were all watching the battle calmly and without any intention of participating in the battle. Cyrus, who was in the center of the battlefield, had one eye injured by Snape, and the dazzling halo of the curse continued to stimulate her brain. His left eye was bloodshot, and the black fire escape around him was broken again and again, and rekindled again and again.

Cyrus' petrification ability is subject to many limitations in large numbers. She will be blinded by countless magic halos before she wants to look at the enemy and activate her petrification ability. Faced with the counterattack of the Ministry of Magic members before their death, even Cyrus found it difficult to resist.

Every time Cyrus could easily take the life of the person in front of him, he missed by coincidence. However, Voldemort was still increasing the difficulty. Originally, it was enough for Cyrus to kill Fudge in front of everyone to express his position. This was also the deal between the two. content.

But after being resurrected, he knew very well Cyrus' terrifying strength and the magical soul power in her, and Angus was the only bargaining chip he knew so far that could threaten Cyrus. Although Cyrus' position had been confirmed through the prophecy, Voldemort had no intention of sparing Cyrus due to her previous actions.

"Is this a joke, Miss Cyrus? Can the life of the Minister of Magic be exchanged for that of your friend? Your mutilated soul cannot hold on, and I think you know it. Besides, look Look around you. The people who usually surround you all have such ugly faces. Time waits for no one, and we are all bored. Barty, let us give Miss Cyrus some encouragement, shall we?"

Voldemort is going to pull Cyrus completely into darkness, and it must be interesting to think about the news that the revered heir slaughtered the Ministry of Magic overnight.

"Hey! How about we place bets? Who will she be killed by? How many people will she kill?"

"I bet she will be killed by those people from the Order of the Phoenix, hahaha, she really deserves it."

"She's obviously in trouble. Didn't you see that she can't even open her eyes?"

There were screams one after another, and the Death Eaters became more and more active, as if they were watching a wonderful show. For those at the Ministry of Magic, this was a life-threatening farce. The members of the Order of the Phoenix faced Cyrus's betrayal, which was a deep torture that they could not escape or take action against.

For Cyrus, it was the cruelest torture.

The ferocious-looking people gradually turned into beasts in Cyrus's eyes, and she kept fighting in the magic grid cage that enveloped everyone. "Your mutilated soul cannot hold on." Voldemort's words deeply evoked Cyrus's long-buried memory.

"Angus..."

She closed her eyes, two sharp daggers appeared in her hands, and a hoarse and unintelligible voice came from her mouth. At this time, bursts of heat came from the earrings in Sirius's pocket, and Haierbo appeared immediately after hearing his master's call.

The black flames went out, and everyone just breathed a sigh of relief. However, the next second, a huge and thick snake body appeared. The yellow snake eyes and the two sharp fangs made everyone step back involuntarily. Haierbo's huge snake head downwards, crawling beside Cyrus. Cyrus jumped on the snake's head, his two long daggers flashing with light.

"Helbo, leave no one behind."

The huge basilisk occupied more than half of the hall, and even the Death Eaters watching the excitement were affected. The scene was in chaos, and members of the Ministry of Magic fell one after another under Haierbo's snake eyes. Sirius and the others were familiar with the basilisk and had already closed their eyes, but they could only avoid it.

Voldemort grinned, his low voice filled with morbid excitement and madness, "They are not worthy of standing with you. You can only belong to me."

Cyrus's fighting ability prevented everyone who came close to her from surviving for five seconds, but facing countless spells that swept towards her, she was still injured all over. Haierbo's body was also covered with scars.

Cyrus' fighting power makes it difficult for those who come close to resist, but her body is still traumatized by endless magical attacks. Looking at the wound marks all over Haierbo's body is enough to prove it.

"Not enough, far from enough."

Swinging the dagger repeatedly, falling and getting up countless times. The breath of blood made Cyrus unable to contain the release of magic power, which turned into invisible sharp blades and radiated around.

Moody stood in front of everyone in the Order of the Phoenix. He was covered in cuts from sharp blades and was about to faint from excessive blood loss. Harry and others also felt uncomfortable. Although Cyrus's main targets were people from the Ministry of Magic, many people were injured by the random spells he shot. Fortunately, all DA members were lucky enough to successfully avoid Haierbo's attack.

Unwilling to give up, Harry shouted frantically at Halpo, "Helpo, stop!"

However, it didn't work at all amid all the commotion, "Harry, use parselang to disturb her!"

"I keep doing it, why does she act like she can't hear?!"

Ron covered his eyes with clothes and shouted: "Although I can't see, how could I not hear? Aren't you talking in normal language all the time!?"

"Normal language... It was the same in the Forbidden Forest before, and the fangs in the secret room... I thought it was Cyrus who ordered them not to respond to me. I can't talk to the snake..."

On the other side, Lupine pulled Sirius, who was struggling, "Sirius, if you go now, you will only be accidentally injured."

"Let go! Something's wrong with her. She must have been controlled by Voldemort using some dark magic! She just, she just told me to leave!"

"Our mission now is to protect Harry and the others from leaving!"

"How could I leave her behind! Don't you understand, Lupin!? You have also seen that I don't care who she kills and why. Can't you see it?! This is what Voldemort prepared for her The Colosseum!”

Sirius had missed James for 14 years since entering Azkaban. Whenever he saw Harry, he was looking at James. Rats and ants were crawling in the cold prison, dementors often made frightening roars, and the Death Eaters' curses and ridicules tortured him all day long. Until a voice came and he rekindled his fighting spirit. He escaped from prison with his thin body and crossed the sea with his bare hands, using mosquitoes as food and the land as a bed.

He used all his strength just to see him, and the original traitor was caught and his charges were cleared. He seemed to have finally finished regretting it, but she laughed at herself for being a pathetic person. Accompanying James and protecting Harry, he spent his whole life working for the man named Potter. But that's what he wants to do, and it's his choice. He fought back against her pure-blooded reasoning, because he saw that she was not happy when she said she was living for herself. He wanted to see how someone who accused him so openly could live for him.

She is powerful, kills without hesitation, and continues to climb the ranks of purebloods. Very snobbish and cold-blooded. Why come to the Forbidden Forest so late at night? A tombstone, forget it, let me help her, just treat it as a thank you gift for helping Harry. What's wrong, did I say that Lily made her cry? This is troublesome. Obviously, you have a nice smile, but why do you always have a bitter look on your face every time I see you? It was strange that a Slytherin would help Remus. Is she the only one who lives in such a big castle? What does she do here every day?

An empty room with a bed close to the floor. There is no obstruction, no sense of threat, and you can react quickly when encountering danger. Used to sleeping on the ground, in a cage. Abnormalities, pinholes, experiments, drug resistance, alcohol numbness and pain will not occur when drinking wine with a high alcohol concentration. No wonder she loves drinking so much. Every time she drinks, her past wounds hurt...

What? He obviously has a smile that matches his age. Remus also laughs when I joke with her, so I will look for her more in the future. He couldn't explain his emotions to me, and the eyes he looked at Snape were so hot. I'm really not willing to lose to the Snivellus. The person who really makes her happy is not me.

She seems to be living for herself, but she doesn't seem to be. what about me?

A pair of hands suddenly pushed Sirius from behind, "She's out of control, go save the boss!"

He broke away from Lupine's hand and ran towards the center of the hall where the melee was taking place. Moody, who was being supported by Tonks, shouted at Sirius who was running past him, "Asshole, what stupid thing are you doing!"

Sirius held the earring in his hand tightly, "I am living for myself!"

There was no peace tonight, and it wasn't just the Ministry of Magic that was at war. On the vast plains of Scotland, a duel is going on between the blue giant dragon and the fiery red phoenix.

"It's such a long-lost feeling, Al." The faint blue firelight reflected on Gellert's smiling cheek. He had his hands behind his back, maintaining elegance even in the battle.

"Are you really going to stop me? You're wrong, always have been."

Dumbledore is no longer his usual affable self, Poppy is attacked at school, and Snape is petrified. Harry, members of the Order of the Phoenix and others fell into Voldemort's trap, and the culprit of all this was his daughter.

"What is wrong and what is right? My daughter, Grindelwald, is not wrong even if she destroys the whole world." The flames rushed towards the dragon in the sky like a tide, and the two flames refused to give way to each other.

"Gale...do you really want Cyrus to suffer the pain we had before?"

Circles of blue flames surrounded Dumbledore. The dragon standing in front of Grindelwald opened its huge mouth and sprayed a stream of flames towards where Dumbledore was standing. A wave of heat hit his face. Dumbledore did not take a step back. He murmured in his mouth. Suddenly his hands trembled suddenly, and a huge water ball instantly condensed in the air. The water ball quickly rotated in the air, forming a water prison and trapping the dragon.

"Let me go, I will bring her back, I promise." Dumbledore didn't get any response from Grindelwald, only the dragon in the sky that was gradually trapped in the water prison was struggling violently.

"After more than fifty years of Nurmengard's magic blockade, you can't stop me."

The shape of the giant dragon in the water prison faded, and it could no longer maintain its shape. Grindelwald's body once again ignited with blue flames, but it was covered with a darker film than before. His figure gradually merged into the flames, and the dark blue light flashed with the aura of destruction.

"Having a fighting genius as your daughter will not be bound by the so-called magic seal."

During the time Cyrus was at Durmstrang, she and Grindelwald did more than simply train for a duel. The fire that everyone can release is different, and Cyrus successfully condensed the powerful and pure magic power, and once again released a black flame that was hotter and more destructive than ordinary fire.

If Grindelwald had not suffered trauma to his body, magic and soul due to old age and imprisonment, then he could have unleashed the more powerful black fire.

The two wizards began a fierce magical duel, their wands intertwined with beautiful and deadly light. The wand in Dumbledore's hand waved gently with his thoughts, and a powerful wave of magic emanated from him. This wave was so pure and powerful, blooming around Dumbledore like a phoenix-like light.

Flames and water flows, lightning and earth and rocks are intertwined among them, forming a splendid and dangerous picture. Grindelwald used his good use of dark magic to escape from the control of the water prison, and the twin flames intertwined, just like returning to the battle of the century 50 years ago.

The dark blue flames and the red flames shining like the sun collided with each other. The dragon and the phoenix tore each other. The magic powers of both sides were powerful, causing violent explosions. The energy impact of the curse spread, the land cracked, and everything around was destroyed.

The battle entered a fierce stage, and the power of the two wizards faced off in the air, as if the whole world was trembling. The duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald became increasingly fierce, and their powers continued to collide, making deafening sounds.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the whole world was enveloped in this duel. The eyes of Dumbledore and Grindelwald were full of determination and determination. They both knew that only one person could survive.

Until there was an unprecedented violent explosion, and the cry of the phoenix resounded across the plains.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and a dazzling light burst out from the battlefield, lighting up the entire sky. Dumbledore's figure gradually emerged. He stood there and looked at Grindelwald who fell to the ground.

"I hate saints, I hate them to the core...I will not let our daughter become a savior who is asked by the world to sacrifice her life at any time. Instead of doing this, it is better to overturn this damn world."

Grindelwald's hands stained with dust and blood clenched the white scarf on his chest, and his blue pupils were no longer dazzling, "Dumbledore, promise me..."

Fawkes stood on Dumbledore's shoulders, lowered his head and shed tears as he treated the huge wound on Dumbledore's chest. Dumbledore touched Fox's head and moved Fox's head away. "I promise you that I will protect Cyrus. I will definitely do it this time."

Grindelwald squeezed out a sneer from his hoarse throat, "A self-righteous saint, Cyrus never needs anyone's protection. Dumbledore, don't interfere with her choices. And don't die."

Dumbledore crouched down, his half-moon eyes glowing with fluorescent light. Grindelwald grabbed his collar with one hand and coughed violently. "In the past few years, I have been thinking about what the great interests are. But recently, I no longer worry about it. The thing I believe in and the person I believe in is me. Exhaust the benefits of a lifetime.”

Everything in the world can be met but cannot be sought. I only hope that we will no longer be great in the next life.

When your grandiose ambitions become invisible to you, they are no longer great.